Sunday, April 11, 2010

To her it was.

Sleepless nights,
and crumpled paper.
Meaningless thoughts,
and meaningful poems.
Unheard sobs,
and unseen tears.
Songs on repeat,
and deafening silence.
To them,
it was nothing.

3 comments:

Melee said...

How sad... but still beautiful.

Single Winged Butterfly said...

I love it. simple as that. ♥

Some Girl said...

This brings back memories. I've had so many nights like this.